I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid when dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, no song unsung, no wine untasted.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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7807 | 2021-03-01 18:55:29 | 112.03 | 97% |
4572 | 2020-11-19 07:33:35 | 115.59 | 97% |
3565 | 2020-10-16 03:02:57 | 112.13 | 97% |